Yesterday we rode through earthquake country. One town in particular, San Ginesio, which is full of braces and scaffolding and steel cables holding buildings together. And we ended the day in a Catholic convent.The day started fine, with coffee in sunshine. Marnie had a perfect caffe macchiato.
Gorgeous scenery, filled with foreboding.
We rode a long uphill into San Ginesio, a lovely brick cobbled town. There was a market finishing up in three main square answer I bought a pretty scarf.Noticed that many buildings are bolted together with cables and lumber. Finally I asked someone. Ah yes, in October of 2016 was a terrible earthquake. The buildings haven’t been reconstructed, just supported.
And there are two banners asking about reconstruction: when will it happen? It’s been three years!
And at night, we were in a convent. Several nuns were Filipino and I’ve was from Indonesia, so they spoke English. A simple night but quite comfy.
Travelling around… looking and seeing
Wow, that scaffolding is amazing!
Isn’t it something! Like the whole town would fall down without it!
On my 1st trip to France (2000), we stayed in a monastery…